I Love Her More Than Ever

I Love Her More Than Ever

From Chicken Soup for the Kid's Soul

I Love Her More Than Ever

In my short life, I have learned a lot about drugs and what they can do to a family.

When I was really young, I lived with my mom, my brother, Christopher, and his father, Michael. I didn’t know it then, but there was a lot of drug use happening. Michael used drugs, and I think he was a dealer. He also used to beat my mom sometimes.

All I remember of my natural father when I was growing up is a time when my mom and I were staying in an apartment and he showed up there. He started drinking beer and throwing the bottles everywhere in the apartment. My mom made me stay outside. She finally ran outside to get me, and we drove away. I saw him last year before he moved to Colorado. I think he’s getting into drugs again. Sometimes he lies, and sometimes he doesn’t. You just never know.

When I was in the first and second grades, my mom wouldn’t send me to school all the time. She didn’t have a job, and she just stayed around the house all day. I missed a lot of school. Sometimes, she’d tell me to just stay home. She was too busy doing her drugs. I didn’t really mind staying home because I didn’t like the people at that school. It wasn’t a good school because there were gangs hanging around. I missed so much school that I got held back. I am supposed to be in the sixth grade right now, but I’m only in fifth.

During those years, I didn’t live with my mother all the time. Sometimes I lived with a lady named Deann and her family because my mom would be out partying all the time. Sometimes I lived with my grandparents when I couldn’t stay with Deann.

One of the times I remember most clearly was when I was about seven years old. I was in the car with my mom and my grandma. We were going to an apartment where we would drop my mom off. I was going to live with my grandmother again because she believed that my mom was using drugs, and she wanted to take care of me. I was really mad at my grandmother because I didn’t believe what she was saying about my mother.

Later, when I went to visit my mom, I walked in from playing outside and saw her and some of her friends doing drugs. That’s when I finally believed what my grandmother had been trying to tell me, and I ran out the door, crying. I was afraid that my mother was going to hurt herself with the drugs.

For a long time, I lived partly with my grandmother or Deann or my mom. One day, when I was living with my mom, I came home from school to find that our house was totally trashed. The police had raided it because they were looking for drugs. I didn’t know what a raid was then, but my mom told me. Then, a few months later, I found out for myself what it meant.

I had been sleeping in the living room, but that night I got up and went to the bedroom where my mom was sleeping. I was lying on the bed with my mom, when all of a sudden the door burst open and the police came in pointing guns. They told everybody to put their hands up. I was scared. My mom had a needle in her purse, and she was arrested. She told me it was a friend’s, but it had really been her needle. She used to lie to me.

I finally called my grandmother one night when my mom was doing drugs. I didn’t want to see her using drugs anymore. My grandmother came to pick me up, and I lived with her for a long time. I felt like my grandmother was the one person who was there for me. She took care of me and got me all the things that I needed. If I needed shoes, she got them for me. She’d do anything for me. Still, every night I used to cry myself to sleep because I missed my mom so much, and I was afraid for her. I would lie in the living room with my grandma, and she would just sit there by my side.

After some time, my mom moved in with us at my grandma’s house. She got a job at a restaurant, but she was still using drugs. One night she borrowed my grandma’s car to go to work. She brought back the car and left a note saying that she’d be back later. That was at one o’clock in the morning. She didn’t come back when she said she would. I was worried about her, so we called Deann to ask if she had seen her, but she didn’t know where my mom was, either. No one could find her.

We didn’t hear from my mom for six months. We didn’t know it then, but she had been accepted by a recovery house and was getting off drugs.

Then one day my mom called. She sounded different— happy. She was off the drugs. She told me that she had felt that God would make her die after all the bad things she had done, and she had become very afraid. She decided to get clean and that she wanted to have a better life.

Then, on my birthday, my mom came and surprised me. She said that in a couple months, I might be able to live with her again. She continued to get better, and we finally moved near the beach, where my mom always said that she wanted to live.

Going to the beach is our favorite thing to do together. We go in-line skating there all the time now. We go out to dinner sometimes, and to movies, too. My brother lives with his grandparents, but sometimes he comes to visit us. We go everywhere when he visits and we buy him toys.

My mom has a job now with a company that makes hardware. We go to church, and sometimes we just read the Bible together. We pray every night for my grandmother now because she has cancer and just went through chemotherapy.

My mom and I have a better relationship now that she is clean and sober. We get to spend more time together, and we have more fun. But most of all, we are both happier. Now we’re telling the truth. There are no more lies. We share everything, no matter what. My mom is my best friend, more than anyone else is. I am proud of her, and I love her more than ever.

Amber Foy, age 11

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